My Last Goodbye

Twisting, turning
Yearning, burning
Always seeking
Never learning
To have loved and lost,
There's nothing worse
Now the truth is clear,
Love's just a curse
I want to leave you
I wish I could
If I could leave you
I know I would
You who have helped me
Made me
Built be
You who have hurt me
Broke me
Killed me
If I could hate you
I know I would
If I could leave you
I know I should
But these things I cannot do
Too greatly do I value you
And so this is my last goodbye
I'll morn no more
No more I'll cry
From you poems from pencil tips
For you no songs will pas my lips
For this is indeed my last goodbye
I'll morn no more
No more I'll cry